What Might've Been Sickness and flowers go together Bombing and shelters go together Laughing and hurting go together Finding and keeping go together Canary yellow, mustard yellow Yellow tear stains on old pillows Everyone loves a story About long, long ago Pirates and parrots go together Sticks and carrots go together Loving and leaving go together Lies and believing go together Canary yellow, mustard yellow Yellow tear stains on old pillows Everyone loves a story About far, far away Living and dying go together Business and crying go together Passion and madness go together Yellow and sadness go together Canary yellow, mustard yellow Yellow tear stains on old pillows Everyone loves a story About far, far away Everyone loves a story About long, long ago And what, what might've been Spacetime Fairytale I woke up with you in my head Like a melody to sing in bed I should get up, but I instead Make a face you used to make I know there's no such thing as time I know there's no such thing as mine I know there's no such thing as turning back The fairy tale's begun So listen up, my son The pages may have burned But words can just return All of time spans All of space spans All of light spans All our life spans My mind is full of melodies They search for homes inside of me Like begging, pleading refugees But I can't find the time I know there's no such thing as time I know there's no such thing as mine I try to come and still the rising tide Keep listening, my son 'Cause the story just goes on Each time a theory proves The mystery just moves Time moves slower round your feet Find slow time, breathe and feel the beat of Time moves slower, round your feet Find slow time, breathe and feel the beat of time This world began outside of time Some days it's yours, some days it's mine Some days it's cruel, some days it's kind It just can't stay the same I know there's no such thing as time I know there's no such thing as mine I try to sing a melody your way The story must go on So keep listening, my son And if you get too tired Just build a little fire The pages, they may burn But words can just return Pages burn, but words return Just watch the flames and you will learn Pages burn, but words return Just watch the flames and you will learn You will learn You will learn You will learn You will learn You will learn You will learn Coin I gave a coin to a shaman He showed me a vision so bright I was so glad to have seen it all But I awoke with a fright So I gave a coin to a scientist Who showed me which number I was Told me the order of things to come But I forgot what it was So I gave a coin to a president He sent me to fight in his war I still don't know who won, who lost I still don't know what it was for Just lock all the doors And get down on the floor They'll be coming for more Always coming for more So I gave my next coin to a baby He took it to put in his mouth Swallowed it whole, then started to crawl I knew he wouldn't remember me at all When he grew up And took a look at the world When he grew up And had nothing to hold When he grew up And saw it's my fault So I took my last coin and I gave it to you You smiled and said, "Oh you shouldn't have" But your eyes spoke louder than your mouth Your eyes said thank you, your eyes said love Love is enough Of a reason to stay Love is enough Of a reason to stay Love is enough Loveology Oh incurable humanist you are Oh an incurable humanist you are You are, you are, are, you are Oh an incurable humanist you are Oh an incurable humanist you-u-u-u are, are, are, are You-u-u-u are, are, are, are Let's go to the movies I will hum you a song about nothing at all Let's go to the movies I will hum you a song about nothing at all Let's go to the movies Let's go to the movies Nothing at all, nothing at all Nothing at all, nothing at all Oh an incurable humanist you are Oh an incurable humanist you-u-u-u are, are, are, are You-u-u-u are, are, are, are Let's go to the movies I will hum you a song about nothing at all Let's go to the movies I will hum you a song about nothing at all Let's go to the movies Let's go to the movies Nothing at all, nothing at all Nothing at all, nothing at all Sit down, class Open up your textbooks to page forty-two Porcupineology, antlerology Carology, busology, trainology, planeology Mamaology, papaology, youology, meology Loveology, kissology, stayology, pleaseology Let's study, class Let's study, class Sit down Loveology, loveology I'm sorryology, forgive meology Loveology, loveology I'm sorryology, forgive meology Loveology, loveology, lovelogy, loveology Let's study, class Let's study, class Sit down Loveology, loveology I'm sorryology, forgive meology Loveology, loveology I'm sorryology, forgive meology Oh an incurable humanist you are Oh an incurable humanist you are I'm sorry, forgive me I'm sorryology Forgive me, I'm sorry Forgive meology Forgive me, forgive me, forgive meology Through A Door Heard a woman through a door Say that she hopes she goes first Couldn't listen anymore And my heart went out to her Hearts can travel through closed doors They can wander empty halls If you let your heart go free It'll always come back full home No one noticed it but me No one else was there to see The world had changed a little bit A tiny tear, a tiny rip When I went out, I took the stairs So I could think and be alone And my mind was somewhere else But my feet were walking towards my home Home is where the light's on No matter how long you've been gone Home is where the light's on No matter how long you've been gone By tomorrow may it pass Like a shadow or a storm Without darkness, is there light Without night, is there a morning Hearts can travel through hard times They can reach the distant shores And on days, I can't find mine I know it's on its way to yours back home Home is where the light's on No matter how long you've been gone Home is where the light's on No matter how long you've been gone Home is where the light's on No 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